I heart Halloween! (schwacked from just_katarin

[withimpunity]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!
If you've never had a chance to go trick or treating, if you miss running around in costumes, or if you just like random presents, here's your chance!



I have no idea what I'm giving out. It may be drabbles, I may upload a random song, link to a random YouTube video, write you a love letter, picspam you, whatever. If you want to comment with a few keywords and see what I come up with, feel free! If you would rather be surprised, that's fine as well! Even if we rarely comment to each other, even if we don't really share any fandoms anymore, don't hesitate to reply to this entry. It's only Halloween once a year!

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(oh btw, this is sort of like this highschool texas boys au me and Scotty throw around now and again. It might make more sense when reading.) :)



He tackles Jensen to the ground and they roll, laughing and cursing each other up one side and down the other. Tall blades of grass tickle Jared's nose as Jensen pushes his face into the dirt, one leg hooked around his hip. They tangle like that for ten minutes probably before they tire, neither of them remembering what it was they were tussling about in the first place. Jensen called Jared a pussy, Jared said something hella wrong about his sister, the usual. Now Jensen's raising up on his arms and his shirt's riding up his stomach, Jared's belt buckle cold and smooth as it presses against his skin. Jared's chest rises and falls dramatically, grinning up at him with leaves in his hair and dirt on his cheek and Jensen feels like he just took a knee to the gut, or worse.

Jared's tongue darts out briefly, wetting his lips, reaches out and thumps the tip of Jensen's nose. "You gonna kiss me sometime today, asshole?"

"Stop fuckin' around Jay," Jensen mutters, but Jared's fingers wrap tight around his wrist when he tries to roll off of him, keeping him there. "I'm serious, goddammit. Quit-"

Jared lifts forward, interrupting Jensen's words with his mouth, licking briefly in the corner before pulling away. "Can't hide it anymore." He bites nervously on the inside of his cheek, giving Jensen a half smile. "Tell me I'm wrong."

Jensen blinks down at him through thick, dark eyelashes and gives him his answer with the slide of lips across lips, the briefest touch of tongue, fingers pressed at the nape of Jared's neck.

It is wrong. At least that's what they'll say. But he knows. Nothing has ever been so right.